Lou's Gold (Larry Stylinson) (COMPLETE)

Chapter 9: Let Me In

He held the rose in his hand gently, careful as it would slip away from him at any second. He admired its perfect petals as they surrounded the bright yellow center, illuminating his face like the sun. The rose took all the good in his life and made it better. It truly was everything he wanted in his hands. The beauty distracted him from the stinging pain at his fingertips from the thorns on the stem. He brought the rose to his face and inhaled its blossomy scent, ignoring the piercing pecks on his skin just to have another whiff of that perfect aroma. Just a few seconds more and he wouldn't be able to smell this perfect rose anymore. What should I name this rose, he thought, that held the power to allure him with a single glance?

I'll call it: Harry.

    My lips collided with Louis' lips, our bodies thrashing around us and hips begging to connect. I moaned into the kiss and he sighed between breaths. My back was against the door frame of the kitchen and I was taking small steps toward the stairs across the living room. My body itched to rid myself of the only thing I was wearing, exposing my pulsating erection. I had already gotten his shirt off and I was caressing his back as we kissed, leaving light scratches whenever his teeth met my bottom lip for a bite.

    "Bed..room." I said into his neck, leaving bites of my own on his collarbone. He pressed me harder against the door frame and put his hand in my hair, grabbing a fistful before pushing my head back to his neck. I kissed his neck hard and sucked at the soft flesh, clearly leaving a few bruises before returning to his lips while my hands picked at the hem of his pajama bottoms.

    A familiar noise interrupted my lustful state, bringing my attention to a faint light on the coffee table in the living room. I groaned and walked to my cell phone, intending on ignoring whoever it was. Gems.

    "Leave it." Louis had followed me and was standing behind me, holding my waist and kissing my shoulder. The phone continued to ring in my hand and I sighed.

    "I can't," I said sadly, remembering I haven't talked to her since I arrived. "It'll be quick - Hello?"

    "Don't talk to me, I'm very upset with you."

    I rolled my eyes and brought my hand to my waist, covering Louis' hand and intertwining our fingers. He rested his head on my shoulder and looked at me impatiently. "Why is that?"

    "I just got back from Ashton's and he told me you haven't talked to him? Harry, he's got something really important to tell you and you've been-"

    "Look, Gem, now really isn't the time," I said trying to keep a steady voice while Louis pressed his solid member onto my bum behind me, kissing my neck and tugging at my hair. "Can we talk about this tomorrow?"

    "What could you possibly be busy with at two in the bloody morning?" She exclaimed. "See, this is what Ashton meant. Being with that boy has taken you away from what's really important."

    "I promise I'll give him a call in the morning but now I have to go," I pleaded, feeling my knees go weak as Louis' hands tickled up and down my chest, going lower and lower on my stomach with every stroke.

    "Please call him, this is something he needs to talk to you about. Its not all about you, Harry. I know how you've just been calling to talk about your problems but if you'd listen-"

    "Alright, Gemma. Tomorrow it is, goodnight." I heard her continue as I hung up and threw the phone down on the couch. I turned to Louis, bringing my hands to his cheeks and kissing him slowly. "No more interruptions," I murmured. He smiled and held me closer, bringing our foreheads together before kissing my lips once again.